In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
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Kate I love this one, but I think you should cut or replace the last stanza -- too final maybe? The movement you have in this is great though.
ReplyDeleteyeah I didn't write this one.
ReplyDeletehahaha, this is mark strand, olga.
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ive never read this poem before...its really nice...a nice, cold thought.
ReplyDeletei need to read more mark strand
maria saw him at mason's fall for the book, and really enjoyed it(i think)
He is hit or miss. I really love this poem and a few more that are similar to this.
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